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The White Music Was Melodic And Pretty, And You Had Beautiful Women's Voices Like Gogi Grant And Even The Andrews Sisters. Then I Went Directly To Rhythm And Blues, Which Had Beautiful Voices But Not Much Melody In Particular And Pretty Much The Same Chord Pattern. I Loved It, I Was Entrenched In It, But Then Folk Music Came In The Middle Of That For Me, And Made Its Own Path. And It Was Part Of The Rebellion Against Bubblegum Music, Or Music That Is Pretty But Doesn't Say Anything.

Someone Had To Change The World. And Obviously I Was The One For The Job.

"nasty Man" Isn't A Laughing Matter, But You Have To Laugh Anyway. The Song, Itself, Becomes Something Of A Laughing Matter Because We'd Go Crazy If We Didn't Keep Laughing.

There's Very Little I Can Sing Now. When I Asked My First Voice Teacher, Who Was The Best One, "when Will I Know When To Stop Singing?" He Said, "your Voice Will Tell You." And It Is Very, Very Difficult To Sing Now.

I Was Addicted To Rhythm 'n' Blues Pretty Much Directly Into Folk Music. I Had My Little 45s Of Mostly Black Artists. That Was As Close As I Got. I've Never Listened To Heavy Rock Or Stuff That Jangles My Nerves, Because I'm Already Jangled.